About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Kal'tsit removed the syringe and then took out a bottle of 96-proof Ursus vodka.

“——???”

Orson, unable to do anything, could only watch Kal'tsit pry open his mouth and then pour the bottle of wine into his mouth.

Orson immediately lost consciousness.

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Between half asleep and half awake, Orson woke up several times, but each time he quickly fell into a coma again.

Every time he woke up, his brain would be in a chaotic state, but even so, there was one thing that had not changed - the green cat head with a cold personality and a love of telling riddles.

When he woke up for the first time, it was night. A cold light came in from the window outside the ship. In the dim room, there was only light from the monitor. The dim light of the electronic transistors highlighted the figure of Kal'tsit sitting at the table, staring at the screen motionlessly.

When he woke up the second time, it was noon outside, and sunlight streamed into the room. Orson closed his eyes slightly and saw Kal'tsit sitting next to the operating table, eating some kind of cylindrical energy food while flipping through a paper report.

The third time he woke up, it was late at night. Kal'tsit seemed to be talking to someone. Orson couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew that when the alarm of a surveillance system sounded, Kal'tsit immediately stopped talking and rushed back to the equipment.

The fourth time she woke up, it was noon. Kal'tsit, seemingly unmoved, sat in front of the monitor in the same position, one hand resting on her chin, her head rising and falling slowly. When her arm finally gave way, she shuddered, her entire body trembling, even her ears standing up. Then, shaking her head, she used a syringe to draw a solution from several bottles and injected it into her arm.

The fifth time he woke up, it was late at night. As soon as Orson opened his eyes, he saw Kal'tsit controlling mon3tr, taking away a blood demon with fair skin, white hair, red eyes, and wearing clothes with medical logo to the mast. The latter seemed to make a sound like "I will be back".

Then came the sixth awakening—

"Good morning, Dr. Orson."

Kal'tsit stood beside the operating table, turned off the oxygen supply and life support devices, and greeted Orson who had just opened his eyes.

The look in the other person's eyes when he looked at him seemed to be simply cold and indifferent, but also seemed to contain some emotions that were forced to be endured.

Orson couldn't tell, but at that moment, a familiar "melody" came out from the other party's white music score.

It was a kind of... broken, scattered, and worn piano music, yet still pieced together by its own will, played slowly and calmly.

"Zao...Good morning."

The Originium technique successfully operated in his body again. Orson constructed virtual vocal cords and made his own voice after a long time.

"Vital signs are stable, blood Originium activity is stable, infection symptoms are under control, and Originium skill fluctuations are within normal range. Preliminary conclusion: the operation was relatively successful."

Kal'tsit kept recording, and then took off the messy tubes on Orson's body one by one.

After the uncomfortable restraints on his body were removed, Orson carefully stood up from the operating table. Although his limbs were a little slow and uncoordinated, it was not as serious as Orson had originally expected.

"I always feel like the number of times I've been in a coma and hospitalized is a bit too much..."

Orson complained as he stretched his body.

"Then I suggest you buy an insurance policy. Since you've regained consciousness and all indicators are currently normal, let the other medical operators handle the follow-up."

Kal'tsit said this lightly, and then left the operating room without paying any attention to Orson.

"Uh...thank you."

Before Orson could thank Kelsey, she had already left the room.

How many days did this operation last? Did Kal'tsit never leave during this time?

Orson was unable to ask these questions, but he didn't think Kal'tsit would answer him.

——I always feel that this place is surprisingly familiar.

Orson came down from the operating table and observed the operating room. A subtle feeling filled Orson's heart.

"It's really familiar... For example, Dr. Kelsey likes to stick sticky notes on the edge of the desk."

Orson sat down in front of the pile of instruments and looked at the notepad beside the table.

"For example, the first drawer is full of ballpoint pens because they always get lost."

Orson opened the first row of drawers, which were filled with densely packed unopened ballpoint pens.

For example, the box next to the drawer will be filled with disposable gloves that need to be destroyed - eh?

Orson opened the cardboard box next to the drawer, only to find a pile of women's underwear inside.

At the same time, the door of the operating room was pushed open again, and Kal'tsit rushed into the operating room panting, holding a box full of disposable gloves in her hand.

"—"

"—"

The two looked at each other.

Afterwards, according to a passing medical operator, "After regaining consciousness, the patient Orson immediately participated in the rehabilitation training organized by Dr. Kal'tsit."

The training equipment is mon3tr.

88. No money!!

In the ward, Orson was lying on a clean white bed with an LED virtual light source beside him.

After all, Rhodes Island is a ship, and most rooms do not have so-called "windows", and there are very few rooms with window frames like operating rooms.

The closed environment, the overly quiet space, and the contrast between being busy all the time and suddenly having nothing to do made Orson, the patient, bored and at a loss.

“Drip drip drip, drip drip drip—”

Just as Orson was thinking about whether to challenge the imaginary Triceratops in his mind, the screen embedded in the wall opposite the room suddenly flashed.

"Is this a communication request? Let me see, press here—"

"Orson!"

"Whoa!"

Orson had just pressed the button beside him when Tallulah's voice suddenly came from the other end of the communicator.

"You're finally awake! Although Dr. Kel'tsit sends regular reports here every day, it's still reassuring to see that you're okay, Orson... How's the situation over there?"

On the other end of the communicator, Talulah was so excited when she saw Orson that her horns were almost poking into the camera.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Let me think... After arriving in Rhodes Island, I created my own profile, then took the Operator test here. I did very well in some of the tests! I could almost be an Operator without any problems. Then, I was dragged into the operating room for surgery."

Orson acted confidently, skipping the embarrassing moments of being knocked unconscious by a stick and nearly getting cooked in the sauna.

"Hmm, is that so? It sounds very... like a pyramid scheme den."

Tallulah said, somewhat confused.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're okay, Orson. I've had Dr. Kal'tsit take photos from many angles during this time, ahem...! Just pretend I didn't say anything. The problems with the Reunion Movement aren't serious. The operators sent by Rhodes Island are very capable, and Jun-jun has finally learned to read maps. You don't need to worry about us. The only thing is—"

“Orson——!!”

Tallulah was halfway through her speech when a second girl suddenly squeezed into the camera. It was the young city lord with white hair and heterochromic eyes, Zaolu.

"Natalia? Long time no see."

Seeing Zaolu, Orson greeted her with a smile.

"It's not as simple as 'Long time no see'! Why didn't you tell me about this?! I heard from Tallulah that you were hospitalized in Rhodes Island! If you had told me earlier, I... I would have voted in favor, but that's not the point! You idiot—you're going to be in trouble when you come back!"

Zao Lu on the other side of the screen was both angry and happy. In the background, one could faintly hear the wailing voice of the Foreign Minister or the Secretary, "Lord City Lord, what are you doing! We are in the live conference room now?"

"Ahahaha... the situation was a bit urgent, and I'm fine."

Orson responded with an embarrassed smile, and the other party pouted but did not continue to scold him.

After that, Zaolu chatted with Orson for a while despite Tallulah's repeated attempts to interrupt her and the dissuasion of the worker behind her who was in an unknown position.

"Today we were supposed to discuss the future trade routes for Che City, but the topic inexplicably turned to a request to erect a statue for me, saying that even the city lord deserves his own statue... A statue would be fine, but they even carved a steam siege spear into my body! I'm definitely going to be laughed to death by Sonia and the others when the finished product is finished..."

"Reunion is currently going through formalization procedures, and the initial decision is to apply for the definition of a [Complex Trade/Security Agency]. But the problem now is—except for Miss Alina, the other leaders know nothing about trade, especially Miss Tallulah! Why is there a 'Casimir Heavy Knight Armor (Head Reinforcement Version)' worth 18 Ursus coins on the purchase list? How exactly do you expect me to be reimbursed for this thing?"

In the middle of the conversation, Zaolu seemed to have started an argument with Tallulah next to her. Orson could vaguely hear Tallulah's defense, saying things like "Isn't this armor super cool!" "All men should like this kind of clothing, right?"

Sister Tazi, give up your female identity, start by wearing a skirt, and learn some feminine power from Black Snake...

"Peterheim Middle School is currently preparing for the school festival. I've already applied to the army for a medical unit, and everything is ready!"

...Medical unit?

The two chatted for a while, and finally Zaolu was carried back to the conference table by a group of people, and the two ended their conversation.

Later, because Talulah also wanted to participate in the meeting as "Che City's legal ally: leader of the [Reunion Movement]", Talulah told Orson that "Frost Star and the Patriots will first arrive in Rhodes Island to conduct mineral disease testing and treatment" and then hung up the phone.

It seems that even if I take a short break, everyone in the integration movement can still move forward in an orderly manner.

Orson hung up the phone and went back to bed.

It was a long-lost tranquility. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that after being picked up by Tallulah, this was the first time that I could not think about anything for a whole day and just be a complete waste.

"..."

After lying in bed for 5 seconds, Orson turned over, and after another 5 seconds, he climbed out of the bed.

As expected of a man with the "奥" in his name, Orson is a bit busy and plans to find something to do.

Because it was not an environment where he needed to pay attention to his life safety at all times, Orson did not turn on the permanent [Frequency Detection], so when he was about to leave the room, the door handle was turned open in advance.

"Orson, your body—ugh!"

Amiya pushed open the door to ask about Orson's condition, but she bumped into Orson who was standing at the door.

"Are you okay, Amiya?"

Orson asked with cold sweat whether the little rabbit was hurt.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But Orson, you look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

Amiya asked Orson with concern, but Orson just laughed it off and said it was okay.

After all, the reason why he was sweating was because of mon3tr released by Kal'tsit behind Amiya.

"Please pay attention to your health. If you feel unwell, please contact me or Dr. Kel'tsit immediately!"

Amiya was still a little worried and emphasized it again seriously.

"I see. Now, is my illness really that serious?"

Orson asked curiously, and Kal'tsit silently took out a picture and handed it to Orson.

"Lots of angular crystals, quite beautiful. Is this a decorative crystal cluster lamp?"

"It's a color Doppler ultrasound of your lungs."

"..."

Orson wiped the sweat off his forehead and wondered for a moment why he was still alive. At the same time, he also understood how difficult the operation Kal'tsit performed on him was.

Ordinary mineral infection suppression surgery is equivalent to clearing mines in a minefield, while Orson's surgery is equivalent to looking for beach dead grass on the beach.

"Thank you so much for your treatment, Dr. Kelsey."

Orson bowed to Kal'tsit honestly and seriously. Even Orson, who knew nothing about oripathy, could understand how much the other party had paid for him.

During that period, Kal'tsit hadn't slept for at least 72 hours, and hadn't even had a proper meal. Even the clothes that needed changing... cough cough cough.

"There's no need to express gratitude for one's job. Now that your symptoms have stabilized, we need to discuss some topics, Dr. Orson."

Kal'tsit responded calmly, then handed an ID card to Orson.

"This is the pass Amiya asked me to make for you. The level of authority on this card allows you to enter and exit most areas of Rhodes Island."

"Eh... isn't this bad?"

Orson looked at the card with the silly portrait of himself that he had taken in the Human Resources Department, and felt that he shouldn't take it.

"This is Amiya's will. After learning about your situation, she felt it necessary to grant you some authority over Rhodes Island. I opposed this proposal, but Amiya insisted on doing so."

Kal'tsit stuffed the card directly into Orson's hand, and Amiya next to her nodded.

"I learned from Dr. Kel'tsit that you, Orson, inherited part of the doctor's 'existence,' right? I... can understand this situation, so I believe that Orson has the right to obtain some of Rhodes Island's authority."

Amiya looked at Orson seriously. It was obvious that the little rabbit did not make the decision casually, but had her own considerations and ideas.

"Sorry... I feel like I'm taking over."

"Don't say that, Orson. We've already prepared for the worst. It's better to say that because of your presence, Orson, we've found a glimmer of hope."